Valentines Day Love:

It isn’t the food though, or the place, it is the love. That really counts.

For me sitting on the sand with my darling at a quiet beach is what fill my heart with romance. Food spread before us. The evening air setting in, soothing our skin, gently blowing, setting the scene for love. The moonlight above shining across the sea lighting the scene before us.

The rose in the vase moving gently with the breeze, the sound of the waves coming to shore, the bird in the air, the stars coming out in the sky. A night made for love, a time to share souls. Two kindred spirits born to be one, to live as one. Nothing is more natural than love, nothing more spiritual than two joined in love, nothing more practical than life created from genuine love.

As the gentle breeze caresses her hair she smiles that glow of radiant sunshine just because she is with me, alone together, sharing intimate time, space and the spiritual gift of love that God created for man and wife.

Her eyes sparkle and match her smile, and twinkle her mischievous nature and want to be with me and share this intimate moment.

When there is true romance, the food is probably not even remembered, but the night, the romance, the need to be together, the gentle loving moments, all remain in our hearts forever.

The best thing is sharing that romance the rest of their lives.

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All the best from

James M Sandbrook.